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41 [[underlined]] Sunday Nov. 3[[overwritten]]1[[/overwritten]]0 th. [[/underlined]] I [[underlined]] wish [[/underlined]] I was not so far behind in my writing. I must try to catch up, [[strikethrough]] my impression will be dulled. I feel, I live, but [[/strikethrough]] I cannot express what I feel. Being ^[[some things]] shall [[underlined]] not [[/underlined]] forget. ^[[The picture of]] Dr Gros & Mr B eating cakes in the little shop at Poix, while we waited for lunch ^[[for instance]]. They ate pastry and brioches, [[strikethrough]] while the [[/strikethrough]] ^[[O and]] we all laughed [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] ^[[having[[?]]]] ^[[while]] Mr B. ^[[why]] called loudly for absinthe. I will remember [[strikethrough]] it [[/strikethrough]] ^[[it]] longer than I will remember the convois we passed on the road. The postal ^[[service]] cars or the troopes. [[underlined]] They [[/underlined]] were like a dream, and I wondered why [[strikethrough]] every one [[/strikethrough]] the men seemed to think them of interest. I suppose ^[[perhaps]] one gets [[strikethrough]] past [[/strikethrough]]to the point when a certain kind of impression can no longer have its effect. > A thousand years ago, in Paris [[strikethrough]] that night ^[[the 22d]] [[/strikethrough]] we decided to go to Juilly the next day Sunday. [[strikethrough]] (Just a week ago.) [[/strikethrough]]